A Diminishing Ray of Hope

‘‘Reena’’, called my maid, yelling at her daughter; Skinny, dark and mute, running she came to her mother. Barely thirteen, humble submissive, silently she stood; Screamed my maid and violently struck her good. The poor wretched girl, quietly weeping, sat down washing dishes; Bearing the burn of the soap on her hand having stitches. ‘‘Mamta … More A Diminishing Ray of Hope